I fall in love about
3 times a day.
Once, with a gray hat -
thinly striped, not checkered -
that skates straight in the air
and into the light spots outside
Once with a brown leather bag
and black glasses
and scrub pants
And once with
a soul that runs up the
stairs, holding onto the metal
railing that sighs ice
through and through.

Jibberish, that's what
Jibberish and hair and
and mouths
and shoe bottoms.